(A/N: this will not be the last chapter I may seem like it but there's still more)
I sit upright on the bed, bag in hand. A slight smile represents me being excited to leave.
I feel bad, though, leaving Kian. I'd probably come visit soon.
He hasn't been himself the last few days. Not talking as much, a little more depressed.
It's sad, he was the one who got me to laugh and smile while I was here.
I'm lost in my thoughts again when the door suddenly bursts open.
"Alex Standall, we have you ready to leave."
I stand up hesitantly, but surely I do. Still, I hate hospitals, and the reason I was here this time wasn't all that great.
But I don't regret it, it's just embarrassing that it didn't work. Maybe I should go back to school, go to therapy I guess. I don't know what to do with my life.
I walk outside with one of the people who work here behind me. Then, of all people, my mom sits there in the parking lot in her red Camaro.
I run up to the vehicle, opening the car door slowly, scared of what's going to happen.
(A/N: YEEEEEeeeEee)